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chris nursed his small glass of tequila in the busied bar.
it was always crowded at this time of year, especially christmas if no one wanted to spend quality time with their families.
yet, at this time the walls were covered in hearts and baby-faced cupid cutouts.
everyone inside the bar was at least wearing something to remind themselves and others of the romantic holiday. various hearts or rose designs scattered on people's fabrics.
chris himself was wearing a dusty pink button up which was not buttoned, not even hiding his beautiful chest along with khaki shorts and his favorite boots.
he's seen couples with their matching outfits, both cupids or maybe just the same thing. they'll dance on the dancefloor with the band on stage playing, the short and skinny blonde letting out fried screams into the mic as he sloppily played chords that had people moshing.
it was chaos.
he glanced at the others at the bar. some people were watching the show from afar, not wanting to possibly get pushed over, some of their backs were facing away from the whole commotion focusing on their drinks.
chris turned back around and sniffled, taking another sip of his drink. he could already feel a small headache growing.
despite him having a certain connection with someone, he didn't really find the need to celebrate a holiday for something that possibly wouldn't last long in the future.
he doubted that they wouldn't leave each other but still. he downed the glass.
he looked down in the empty cup and ran his fingers through his hair, sighing. he suddenly felt someone tap his shoulder.
"you come to these bars very often?" a soft, familiar voice rang.
it was like his growing headache vanished when chris turned around and faced the owner of the voice, eyeing him up. he gave a smirk. "well, look at you. aren't you festive?"
andrew giggled as he twirled, his long blonde hair following him in the 360 he did.
andrew wore a pink hat with red hearts on the base, going down he wore a fuzzy white jacket with a pink v-neck along with black and white striped tights. the look was finished with high top sneakers. chris noticed the stickers that were placed on the fronts of the shoes.
moving up to the cherub-faced man, chris could see eyeliner and blush. he also saw a bit of shine on andy's lips.
is he wearing lipgloss? dear god, he's gonna be the end of me.
he took a seat next to chris. chris could just smell the intoxicating cheap perfume, "why thank you very much, handsome! i see you're in the spirit too." andrew shoved chris' chest gently.
that touch burned chris, that feeling lingered as he flushed. "ah, it's just something simple. didn't want to go all out, y'know?"
"well you should, of course! you do know that valentine's day is a national holiday for us love babies! we celebrate it in any way possible!" andrew flipped his blonde hair, his legs spread a bit.
chris couldn't help but to glance, that hidden cock staring back him. he continued to glance as he would look back up and back down again. he was honestly invested with andrew's madeup story but his eyes would still draw back to andy's crotch.
he felt like andrew knew.. and that made a little warmth grow in his lower half.
he continued to listen to andy. "so, what's your traditions in olympus?" he said, interested as he scratched his chin.
"ah, you know," he would scoot the bar stool a bit closer. "things you'll normally do on earth. give gifts to loved ones, go on outings.."
he stays quiet for a bit before leaning over to chris, looking up at him with icy blue eyes. chris looked back.
andrew gave a sly smirk. "even get it on in the night, we make sure our lovers feel it... if you know what i mean." he hushed.
it was like andy spoke into his soul with that remark, sending a shudder down his spine. his cock quickly getting hard just by those hushed words.
chris replied back. "what will they feel?"
he watched as andrew bit his lip and moved closer. "y'know.. pretty deep. you wanna get the point across so they'll know." that gorgeous hand that was touching his chest eariler was now rubbing up his thigh, painfully slow.
chris bit his lip when he looked at that moving hand, feeling how his cock strain his khaki shorts. he looked back up. "you guys are really passionate, aren't you?"
the blonde giggled and flipped his hair back. "yeah, we like to make that clear."
"you don't mind showing me that tradition, do you?"
andrew blinked, a tad bit stunted with that question. he soon grew a smirk on his face as he stood up, reaching for chris' hand and gripping. "of course not! you stay close by me, okay?"
he placed chris' hand on his hip as he showed him the way out the door. the cold air smacking him in the face. he noticed andy was taking him in the walkway to go to the back of the bar.
"i never thought you was that invested in learning about how to follow this certain tradition correctly.. i must be an amazing teacher!" andrew turned around and exclaimed, winking at him as he continued to walk him to the allyway.
chris couldn't even face having to walk more so he spun andrew around and kissed him passionately. chris felt andy's hands gripping his shirt as he backed chris into the graffitied wall of the bar.
"is this your way on showing me how much you love me?"
"oh-ho-ho, there's a whole lot more baby."
andrew licked down chris' neck, licking over his chest and latching on his left nipple. chris hissed and leaned his head up, yelping when he felt a pinch on his right nipple.
the brunette whined when he felt andy bite down softly, rolling his thumb over the slit of the hard bud. chris' cock was up and about, he could just feel his cock throbbing with need as andy continued to trail his tongue down to his happy trail.
andrew would moan all the way down, balancing on the balls of his feet. he smacked chris' thigh gently. "pull 'em down, curly. let's see what i'm working with!" he taunted, looking up at the disheveled man above.
god, andy just knew how to make him melt. even the sight of him just looking up at him could just make him shudder, but seeing him below him, about to suck the life out of him? chris felt like a puddle.
he quickly unzipped his shorts, pulling them down. he didn't feel like wearing boxers that day.
thank god for not wearing any he thought.
he grabbed a hold of his cock, hard and red at the tip, ready to just be touched. chris huffed, his hips jerking in his hand when he grasped at the base. "fuck," he breathed out. "you're gonna be working with a lot here."
"oh don't you worry, i'm fully prepared.." he giggles before he moves chris' hand away, slipping his cock in his mouth. he holds on to the wall chris was on as he began to move his head up and down.
chris let out a small moan, leaning his head back.
his hands quickly finding blonde hair as andy bobbed his head up and down, releasing keen moans when he shoved the cock down his throat.
andrew's cock strained his tights, his bulge noticeable. he grips the base of chris and jerks him each time he goes up, touching on every bit of him. he moved his unoccupied hand down his tights, cupping his cock causing him to whimper.
chris felt a growing roar of heat run through him whenever andy ran that talented tongue over his slit, that heat growing more and more in his lower region every time the blonde below him would gag.
he gripped andy's hair and pulled him off. chris almost came seeing how messy andrew had got.
his lipgloss was smeared from the aggressive kiss and blowjob and his liner was running, god he was gorgeous like this.
"get up," chris huffed out. "let me fuck you into the wall." he reached down and pulled the blonde up, pushing him in the wall. andy gripped on the hard material, bending over.
he bit his lip as he felt chris shove his tights down, then pausing.
red.
red panties greeted chris, that bright color glaring right back at him. his cock thumped with his fast heartbeat, so shocked yet aroused at the sight. he couldn't help but to touch.
chris soon ran his fingers on the lacy material of andy's panties, slipping his hand inside of them.
"well, happy valentine's to me." chris muttered, slipping his hand out and slapping the plump flesh of andy's ass. andrew gasped and pushed back against chris' hand, earning another strike.
andrew whined as he waved his ass tauntingly. "you're such a tease! c'mon, show me how much you adore me, chris."
chris' cock throbbed when he heard andy beg. he quickly dipped down and moved the panties out of the way, resting the crotch part on his asscheek. he made sure andy's cock slipped out on the open space.
he spread andrew open, his hole quivering with need.
it was like it was begging itself.
chris gathered enough saliva and spat on andrew's hole, causing him to finch. he leaned in and slurped it up before licking over his hole, flicking on the rim of the tight opening.
andrew whined above him, his dick throbbing between his legs. he spreads his legs wider, pushing his ass against chris' face, reaching down and gripping his thigh.
chris leaned back, spitting again and rubbing his thumb over andrew's entrance. "you're ready?"
"no shit," andy panted, flipping his hair out of his face. he was beginning to get impatient and he could hear the door open every few times he wasn't vocal. "c'mon chris, i don't ever leave you on hold like this."
chris huffed. "yes, you do."
"well, on occasion, you deserved it."
chris laughed as he slipped a finger inside, earning a hum from the man above. he thrusted his finger at a rapid pace, getting impatient himself.
one turned into two and chris had andy gasping and crying out his name just by a simple grind against the blonde's prostate.
the blonde's legs shook as he let out squeals, which were contained by him stuffing his face in his fluffy jacket.
"fuck, chris, do it harder!" andrew yelped out when chris' fingers jabbed into the bundle of nerves, his cock throbbing.
chris yanked his fingers out and gathered as much salivia as he could on his hand and began to lube up his aching dick.
chris positioned himself behind andrew's beautiful hole. to think that amazing hole would be stretched around his cock and only molded to his only?.. excitement would be an understatement.
the brunette got ahold of the rim of the lacy panties, slamming inside and beginning on a fast, desperate pace. andrew moaned loudly and began to move his own hips to get himself started. each moan got louder than the other when the two's desperate movements met each other.
andrew's ass slapping chris' hips created a mantra of slaps that could be heard out the allyway. chris leaned down and covered the blonde's mouth, wrapping an arm around andrew's chest and making him stand.
chris could just feel how he was ruining andy just by those wrecked moans and his trembling thighs. he trapped andrew's arms with the same arm that was on his chest, gripping him as he pummeled his prostate.
andrew cried out but was quickly silenced by a hand covering his mouth. "shh, you don't want someone to walk back here now do you?" chris growled in the blonde's ear, who responded with a desperate whimper.
chris told andy to hush before letting him go, bending him back over and pushing down on andrew's back. this push made andy arch and give chris full access to hit his prostate more.
he adjusted himself before starting that devilish speed that had andy in a trance. andrew broke. he caved in and came where he was, on the wall and on the dirty concrete ground.
"fuck, you're so messy andrew." chris groaned out, biting his lip hardly.
he'll reach back and spread himself more, his hair moist by sweat and drool running down his chin as chris' thrusts got sloppier.
chris let out a high groan and slammed in deep, releasing inside andy. andy let out a long moan, his legs quivering as he let out short breaths.
chris slipped out of andy, spreading a cheek and rubbing the blonde's hole with his two fingers. andrew gasped and pulled away, standing up with the help of the wall.
the brunette chuckled, giving andrew's ass a smack before he pulled up his shorts, buttoning them. he helped andrew pull his panties and tights back up.
"well fuck me, i guess you can say you love me a lot, don't you think?" andrew said, hooking his arm around chris' who was smoking a cigarette.
chris smiled and kissed andrew's forehead tiredly, beginning to walk out the allyway.
"a whole lot, andrew."